After Divorcing My Captain Husband Novel 소설 & 이야기

The smile slowly faded. He married her. Kevin and Stephanie. A day after our divorce was finalized. The man didn’t even wait for the ink to dry. I pressed my lips together, that familiar sting of betrayal flickering in my chest—but it was duller now. Because he hadn’t broken me. He’d only lit a fire under me. And now? I had two million reasons to be a menace. Operation get fired was in motion by Pierce Carter is ready. ~~~~~ I showed up at the penthouse with my cleaning supplies in one hand and my dignity in the other—which was barely hanging on, considering I’d squeezed myself into a uniform two sizes too small and conveniently forgot a bra.

he picked up a spatula, turning toward the stove where I now noticed eggs cooking, "—if you'd seen the state I was in when Giuseppe found me after my divorce, you wouldn't be so hard on yourself about one night of too much wine." The casual revelation—that he'd been married, divorced, vulnerable—caught me off guard. "You were married?" "Briefly." He flipped the eggs with practiced ease. "Long enough to learn some expensive lessons about trust." I wasn't sure how to respond to this glimpse into his personal life. It humanized him in a way that made me uncomfortable—easier to keep my distance when he was just the perfect, untouchable CEO. "Hungry?" he asked, changing the subject as he slid egg

“I don’t care what name you go by now. You’re still my wife… here in my heart.” “We’ve been separated for a long time, Marco. Maybe you forgot—you were the one who begged me to sign those divorce papers. I pleaded with you to believe me, but you hardened your heart. There’s nothing left to talk about. Go home, Marco.” Her voice was firm and final. “I’m sorry, Katleah… for all the doubts, for not trusting your love,” he whispered, tears welling in his eyes.

“You’re imagining things, Sophia. Nothing happened last night.” “Then why did you look so hurt when you kicked the door open?” His eyes flew open. “What?” “I saw the look in your eyes.” I swallowed. “My mom must have said something to—” “Drop it.” “But—” “Drop it, Sophia.” He grabbed his coffee, pushed mine toward me, and walked out of the kitchen. If this was what marriage looked like—two people sharing a house but not a life—then I wanted no part of it.

"Our entertainment is officially over. We just received confirmation on a paid mission, a real contract, so we have no more time to play games with you two." I slowly lowered the weapon, stepping back to stand in front of Nina, keeping my arm extended to shield her body. The Captain turned around smoothly, straightening her dark leather corset and brushing her long hair over her shoulder. She looked back and forth between Nina and me, letting out a sharp, amused laugh. "By the way," the Captain said, her eyes flashing with playful mischief. "You both are bloody liars. That married story was absolute trash. But you definitely cannot deny the intense lust between you two. You should probably f

“So I can stay!” The Captain whips his head to stare at her for a second before returning his eyes to me. “You are hereby disenrolled, Sinclair,” the Captain growls, still livid with me for thinking I could just show back up and everything will be fine. “We can discuss your continued enrollment after you’ve...” he stumbles for the words, his eyes moving down to my belly. “Produced the children…” I sigh, tilting my head to the side, not letting his anger and his commands ruffle me. After all, we’ve had time to prepare for this.

I felt completely, utterly numb. I leaned my head back against the cushion, looking up at the ceiling beams, letting out a dry, humorless breath. I’m sorry, Rose. How convenient. The ex-husband who had walked away from me, who had systematically dismantled our five-year marriage brick by brick, who had paraded another woman through our home and made her sleep in the bed I had made with my own hands. The man who had weaponized our seven-year-old son against me, who had stood in our living room and watched me beg on my knees with a brain tumor eating my skull alive, completely ignoring my cries and calling me lazy—that man was now writing me a pathetic little note.

I said and he slowly let go off my arm, I didn't bother looking back till I left the mansion I won't make the mistake of letting someone break my heart again. *NOTICE: Guys this is now The Book 2 Of After Divorce I Became A Zillionaire, from now we are going to be seeing more of the children's pov, it's more like a sequel but it's still under the same book and this sequel is more of Montana and Lily with the triplet, let me know what you guys think on the comment section, follow me hit the follow button and vote for this book, love you guys*

“You removed my access. You removed my decision-making power. You slowly erased my role in something I co-built with you until I was no longer part of it in anything but name.” Her breathing deepened slightly. “And somewhere in that process, I stopped being your partner.” Silence pressed in again. Then she continued softly. “That is when I filed for divorce.” Matthew’s eyes dropped briefly to the paper in his hand again. The word divorce no longer felt abstract. It felt like something that had already been lived through without his awareness. Ava spoke again, almost as an afterthought, though it was anything but casual. “But you never signed it.” Matthew remained still for a long time.

I wouldn't look back, I wouldn't think about him, and I certainly would not go back to him. The sun had set, and we were preparing for takeoff. I looked out the window and gazed at the shining star. A few hours ago, I was so excited to make a feast and have a lovely night with my husband. But now, I was officially divorced, single, and on a flight to another foreign country. I took a deep breath. I never imagined in my wildest dreams that something this insane could happen to me on the night of my anniversary. The pilot’s calm and collected voice crackled over the intercom, announcing that we were preparing for takeoff. I felt nothing; no excitement, no fear, just a strange emptiness spreadi